Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Xiao Zhang was curious when he saw Xia's mother, and Xia Nai'er explained lightly: "This is my mother."

Xiao Zhang's eyes became shocked and weird.

Mother Xia asked nervously: "Xin'er, is this the child? Can I hug her?"

On the next page, when Xia's mother called Xia Nai'er "Xin'er", her expression changed again, and she smiled and said, "Auntie, this is Xia Tian, ​​your precious grandson."

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There was some light rain in the sky, and the long steps in the cemetery were wet, with clusters of white chrysanthemums blooming on both sides.

Xia Naier remembered that on the day Father Xia passed away, it was also raining heavily...it was dark and the road was slippery...

Chanel knelt in front of the wet tombstone and put down a large bouquet of flowers.

Xia's mother was holding an umbrella, her eyes were red, and she was talking about her sins...

In order to evade responsibility, she used to blame Mu Xicheng for all her faults. Now that Mu Xicheng is dead, the Mu family is gone, and Chanel is also dead. Xia's mother cried heart-rendingly in front of the grave, and even Chanel cried for it. Moved.

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, the Mu family didn't treat us too badly...some things are definite..."

"It's just like it's a certainty that Naer will meet Mr. Mu, and it's a certainty that Xin'er will replace Naer with something like that... These are all fate, it's fate..."

Chanel knelt straight, her back was stiff, her hair was slightly wet from the rain, and her whole body fell into a vague memory of the past.

She seemed to think of when father Xia was alive, and when she lived in the Shepherd's Manor, she thought of many...

Fragments of the past were like a bizarre dream, flipping before her eyes.

As a result, she watched everything intently, not knowing when a long queue of cars stopped under the cemetery in the drizzle.

The black bodyguards uniformly held big black umbrellas, or held flowers or fruit baskets, surrounded by a handsome man who walked up the steps...

It's not the Ching Ming Festival, the cemetery is extremely deserted, and one can see Chanel and Xia Mu mourning on the terraced cemetery.

"Master, there are people over there..."

Su Shijie's eyes were deep, and naturally he saw Chanel's back as soon as he got out of the car.

"That seems to be Mr. Xia's cemetery." The bodyguard did his homework beforehand, until the purpose was Father Xia's.

Su Shijie quickened his pace, did he see hallucinations again?The woman's back looks like Chanel's - even though Chanel is wearing loose clothes, her figure probably won't change.

Su Shijie's heart was beating violently, and he couldn't be sure unless he got closer to identify it.

"How many people are there?" Su Shijie walked steadily, narrowing his sharp and deep eyes.

"There are two people, young master?" The bodyguard replied puzzled.

Su Shijie's heart beat louder - there were two, so the shadow of Chanel was not his hallucination?

Su Shijie's pace quickened, his heart beat louder and louder, and under the drizzle, he asked all the bodyguards to stop on the slow-walking platform, and he left the stairs and turned into the cemetery alone.

Chanel knelt straight and was so absorbed in her thoughts that when she realized the sound of footsteps approaching, she turned her head to look...

The gazes of the two collided unexpectedly through the drizzle.

It was as if Chanel's soul almost knocked out of her body, her pupils dilated extremely.All this happened so fast that she didn't even have time to think, and the expression on her face was still dull.

Su Shijie's heart clenched hard, and his eyes stirred his heart like a knife.